Workin' Workin' Workin'. Bigger Than The Duke...
I got a call today. Two of my worker bros were involved in a job that had some pretty monstrous posts to deal with. When things get heavy, they think of me.
That galoot on the rototiller is my "big brother" Steve, all grown up and stuff. While I was in California, we swapped a lawn for a patio in my sister's backyard. Less maintenance.
Pictures of two of my tool buckets. I have four...
I found Wizard sitting on a drill trying to sink six inch holes in old concrete.
Charles was preparing the posts...
John Wayne was found, hiding inside the nature teaching college where this work is going on.
My friend Wizard kept shouting-"Damn, two fitty! You're bigger than John Wayne!"
"I would have kicked his ass!" I kept answering back.
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I once did some ghostwriting for a man who became friends with the Duke. Met Wayne after the Duke had been diagnosed with cancer. The guy drank straight vodka, which my friend thought was water, so he took a swig. And then another. Barfed his guts up, but it didn't bother Wayne,, who motored around Baja in with a WW II landing craft behind his yacht.
Hot damn, you look good in that cowboy hat! Best photo of you yet.
yummmm.
Thanks for the giggle this morning. And I agree with Jean. You look like you live in my neighborhood now.
Good thing Wiz knows which way a drill is to be pointed... pilgrim~~
I can't believe you lug those buckts of tools around. But it's probably better than my system of trying to jam everything I need into my jeans pockets.
You did good pilgrim!
Liking the hat.
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